The unremarkable black-robed youth descended the mountain. Along the way, the bodies of bandits tumbled from both sides of him, landing directly on the road.
All the bandits bore no marks of sword or knife wounds. Only on their backs, napes, or ankles were one or two pinhole-sized bloody traces, their life status unclear.
A hidden weapon? Yang Er wondered, looking at the black-robed youth, his heart filled with uncertainty, not knowing if the other was friend or foe.
Just as he was about to speak, he saw the stocky bandit cup his fists. Mounted on horseback, the bandit shouted loudly to the black-robed youth, "A friend in the Household Sun and Moon Palace, a comrade on the road! Seeing that this mark isn't carrying much wealth, please be sharp-eyed, don't spoil the game, and give us established local brothers a way out."
